That’ll be funny if Clark Kent gets contacts, and then, like, everyone knows.

My mom wanted suggestions for social things to do. She already has a reading group, so I suggested that she should start a cookbook reading group. They’d select a different cookbook each month, cook a few dishes from the cookbook, and report back on their likes and dislikes. At the monthly meeting, the host would cook one final dish from that month’s cookbook.

I was so proud of my idea, I emailed it to Oprah.

This morning I noticed a lady waiting for the elevator downstairs. The elevator arrived, and the doors opened.

“Thank you,” she said to the elevator, quietly and politely.

I guess she wanted the elevator to know that she appreciated its chivalry.

One of the most satisfying things about wearing corduroy pants is the “voop!” sound when you walk. Then again, maybe the “voop!” sound is reminding you that you have fat thighs. In that case, perhaps it’s less satisfying.

Donna Murphy came and watched our rehearsal last night since she’ll be out of town during the actual performances this weekend. She’s a famous Broadway lady, so it made the cast all nervous. It was fun. We also had a very successful Equity/AGVA agent watching, but no one cared because he wasn’t in Center Stage.